At 7am Brooke woke up and stretched. "Today's the today I find out what's going on." She mumbled, as she got dressed. Today was Sunday so she didn't have to wear school robes. Brooke put on Jeans and a long sleeved top as she had a feeling she'd need to be wearing something comfortable. She left the dormitory and went down to the common room. She saw Ron asleep on a couch in front of the fireplace. The fire had gone out long ago and only ash remained.
Brooke kissed him on the forehead and Ron stirred a little but remained asleep. Brooke pulled the blanket off the back of the chair and laid it over Ron. Than she crawled out the portrait and made her way to the hospital wing.
It was 7:15am by the time she got there and the headmaster hadn't arrived. Brooke sat down next to Harry and straightened out his blankets. His glasses lay on the beside table. Brooke tapped them and muttered "Reparo". The glass inside them went from shattered to repaired without a scratch. She smoothed his hair not knowing what to do while she waited. As she sat there with a hand on his bed and one on her head, She felt a cold hand cover hers. "What are you doing here so early?" muttered Harry groggily. "Dumbledore has something important he needs to discuss with us. It's about our telepathy and the weird connection we have. During July I woke up screaming in pain. I saw flashes of a boy in pain and it turned out to be you. For a whole week after that I was quite ill. I seem to be able to feel your pain." Replied Brooke.
Harry smiled "Dumbledore will have a good reason for what's going on." Harry stopped talking and closed his eyes. "Indeed I do Mr Potter. Miss Crawfield I'm glad you got here on time." Dumbledore conjured a chair in front of the two and sat down. "These visions Brooke's been having, that you can send each other messages by telepathy and that she can feel your pain lead to one explanation. The fact that she has a lightning bolt scar on the right side of her head and the fact that you look like each other tell us the obvious" Dumbledore stopped and his eyes flickered towards the door and back to them.
"Which is?" asked Brooke. "That you to a related." Said Dumbledore. Harry spluttered, "That's not possible. I have no living relatives. There all dead." Dumbledore looked at them "I'm positive that you are related and I have brought two people here who will tell us the truth." Dumbledore stopped again and turned towards the door. "MR CRAWFIELD, MRS CRAWFIELD YOU CAN COME IN NOW" shouted Dumbledore across the room.
Mr and Mrs Crawfield entered the room. Mrs Crawfield looked nervous and was shaking slightly. Mr Crawfield was pale but otherwise fine. They sat down on chairs Dumbledore conjured up. "Mum? Dad? What are you doing here?" asked Brooke. "W-We have S-Something to tell you," said her mother shakily. "What is it?" asked Brooke. She had a feeling it was something bad. "Y-You aren't our biological daughter." Whispered Mrs Crawfield. Brooke was shocked she wasn't expecting that. "I-I-I…. How?" asked Brooke. Mr Crawfield shifted in his seat. His wife was now crying.
"When your mother, your mum In front of you, was in labour at the hospital another Lady was also in Labour. Her name was Lily Potter. Our child was still born. This broke your mother's heart. When she got pregnant it was a miracle- your mum was told she'd never have children. She was so upset. At the same time, Lily gave birth to twins- a boy and a girl. Lily had no idea she had twins. She was very heavily sedated and straight afterwards fell unconscious. Her husband, James was outside so he didn't know either. The nurse took pity and gave us Lily's daughter so it would appear to be ours. Lily and James were oblivious and were just so excited over their child. We found out that they named their son Harry. Harry Potter." Mr Crawfield looked at his shoes.
"We named you Brooke Madison. The same name we were going to give our child. We than moved to Australia after that. We heard about Harry Potter killing Voldemort and that he killed his, well your parents. We decided one day we would tell you. We were going to tell you on your 16th Birthday but you were still sick- we didn't want you to relapse. We know what we did was wrong. But we don't totally regret it. We love you like you were our biological daughter. We love you the same amount as Maria and Josh. We're sorry we didn't give you a chance to get to know your real parents". Mr Crawfield looked at his wife. She wasn't crying anymore "I'm sorry." She whispered.
Brooke remained silent. She felt Harry pat her slightly on the back. What her father had said was running through her head. Her mother's loss, Her grief, what they did, not knowing her real parents, Being Harry's twin and Her mum saying sorry kept floating around her head. She was mad but she had been told many times that people make mistakes and do things that they shouldn't. Try to see it from their point of view- why they did it. A tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away. Finally she spoke. "I'll always see you as my parents. I will see Lily and James as my parents as well. I still fully don't understand why you did it but if you hadn't taken me I might be dead along with my parents. Than Harry would have no one. I do love you. How could you think I wouldn't?"
Mrs Crawfield immediately burst into tears again. Brooke got off the bed and hugged her mum "I love you" she whispered in her mum's ear. She than hugged her dad "I love you too" she whispered. Dumbledore smiled. He was happy for them all.
"Well we must be going. I have a feast to attend to. Dobby has already been asked to bring you some breakfast. We'll leave you to alone to discuss something's." Dumbledore rose from his chair and walked over to the door. Brooke hugged her parent's goodbye and watched as Dumbledore held the door open for them and than watched their backs as they disappeared from view.
Madame Pomphrey came in and gave Harry his potions, re-bandaged his wounds and left. Brooke sat on the end of Harry's bed looking at him. He had his eyes closed as if he was thinking about what to say. Harry sat up a little and opened his eyes to look at Brooke. "You're my sister." He said. "You're stating the obvious," replied Brooke. "How do you feel about all this?" asked Harry quietly. "I'm O.K. It hasn't really sunk in yet. I mean, I just found out, that my parents aren't really my parents and neither are my siblings. You're my only blood, real family. My real parents are dead and I'll never get to know them" A tear slipped down Brooke's cheek. Than another one slipped down, and than another. Soon she was pretty much full on crying.
"Come here" Beckoned Harry with his hand. Brooke hesitated and than moved to lie beside him. As tears flowed down her face Harry put his arm around her and hugged her. Dobby appeared while Brooke had her head buried in Harry's side. Harry silently directed him to leave the food on the table. Dobby did so, bowed and left. Harry felt very sorry for Brooke. She'd found out her family had been lying to her. That her real parents weren't alive and all she had was Harry. Harry was a bit overwhelmed himself. He went from being a lonely, only child. Last of the family- to having a sister. A twin sister at that.
"Harry, what can you tell me about our parents?" whispered Brooke. "Well, I've been told that our mum used to dislike our dad because he was too pig-headed and slightly mean. Professor Snape used to go to school with my- I mean our parents and dad made fun of him. His friends, Remus Lupin- Yes professor Lupin, Sirius Black and Peter Pettergrew all made fun of him and played pranks on people. Our parents didn't fall in love until seventh year. Voldemort killed them when I was one. I was sent to my cruel muggle relatives. I was told dad was a quidditch player- a seeker like me. People say my mum was a beautiful, kind, smart and lovely person. Everyone seemed to love our parents." Harry handed Brooke a tissue and than looked over at the food. "Lets have some breakfast".
Over breakfast Harry explained some other things about his parents. After Breakfast Harry told her about his adventures from 1st year up until he met Brooke that fateful morning where she shocked everyone by canoodling with Draco Malfoy. Brooke was surprised by a lot of things and said that it explained the reasons why she had felt immense pain over the years. Than Harry had used Accio to retrieve his photo album. They had flicked through the photo albums and Harry explained to her how Hagrid had put it together. He told her more about his time with his godfather. Harry said that Sirius would have loved to be Brooke's godfather too.
After Harry finished, Brooke told Harry her life, which was considerably better than Harry's. They traded back and forth information about their favourite places, favourite colours etc. They talked about what their shoe size was and their likes and dislikes. They tried to find out as much information as possible.
When Brooke left after dinner to let Harry sleep, she could feel the close bond they had. She had seen Dumbledore in the corridor and had asked if Harry and her could tell others about them being twins. Dumbledore had said they could and he couldn't be happier. Brooke walked up the stairs feeling happy but also sad. Finally she reached the fat lady's portrait. "Password" Brooke sighed "Mimbus Mimbletonia". The fat lady nodded and opened the portrait. Brooke walked in and found everyone staring at her. She ignored them and dodged through the people trying to make her way to the stairs. She just wanted to go to bed. She felt a strong arm wrap itself around her waist. She turned and came face to face with Ron.
"Oh, Hello Ron" Ron studied her face for a moment. Brooke looked away from his gaze and saw Hermione and Ginny standing just behind him. She really didn't want to talk to them- not even Ron. She was tired and needed time to think- Finding out your parents aren't your real parents is a hard thing to take in. She was actually beginning to get angry with them for lying to her. "So what did Dumbledore want?" asked Ron. "Its none of your business, or yours" she snapped at him and the girls. "Ok….. Than where were you today?" Hermione was looking at her with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, why didn't you come to Lunch or Dinner? Or why didn't you get your work done like you were supposed to?" Brooke was getting really agitated "Look Just leave me alone. Why do you have to ask so many bloody questions?" Hissed Brooke.
Ron dropped his hand from her waist and looked at her with concern. "We're sorry. Isn't it O.K for a boyfriend or some friends to talk to you?" Brooke sighed. She knew she shouldn't get angry with them. "I'm sorry O.K. My days just been stressful, I've got a lot to deal with and you'll l find out when its suitable. This is between Harry and myself- when we want you to know, we'll tell you." Brooke looked down at her feet and than began to back away from them. Tears were forming in her eyes. "I'm really tired and I just want to go to bed". She turned around and ran up the stairs. When she got to her room she collapsed on her bed and cried herself to sleep.